Bad Gym Encounter

There was a girl at our gym named Gia. She had dark skin, long, flowing black hair, big dark eyes, and full, inviting lips. She was almost as tall as me and had a killer figure, with perky breasts and a big, firm butt that drew your eyes with every movement of her muscular thighs.

She always wore big gold earrings—sometimes even in the ring—and blood-red lipstick that matched her clothes, and she wasn’t afraid to show off, wearing a skimpy bikini as her gym uniform.

She’d started some months ago—almost a year—but she was really good. Tyson and Duke were determined to win her over, trying every possible way to get her attention and pretended to be her coaches, but she preferred Max because he was the only one who wasn’t interested in her and treated her like any other boxer. I liked her body, but her know-it-all, egotistical attitude got on my nerves, so it really relaxed me to blow off some steam every time Max told me to spar with her and not hold back.

This time, almost as a punishment after my recent loss and not sharing with the others, he sent me to spar with Gia in preparation for her first official match, and we were both told to treat it like a real match. Gia nodded and couldn’t wait, but my head was in the clouds.

Being in the gym, near or inside a ring, with my gloves on, always made me think of Ellie… Her beautiful blonde hair, her bright smile, her small but perky breasts… her fists sinking into my stomach, her sarcastic, mocking tone as she knocked me out…

My dick throbbed, and suddenly it was hard to look at Gia without getting turned on. She was so sexy—I wondered if she could make me feel the same way Ellie had.

Lost in my thoughts and arousal, I didn’t notice that Max had given the signal to start. Gia’s bright red gloves flew toward my face, and her right hand connected with my chin.

BOOM!

My vision went black and filled with little stars as my body stumbled backward.

Gia didn’t waste any time; another punch hit me in the gut, and instead of tensing my muscles, I let it sink into my abs as if they were butter. I could hear her mocking snort and see her smile spread across her lips. “Men…” She began hitting me with hooks from the right and left, using my face like a punching bag. “Finally, I can enjoy my well-deserved revenge,” she whispered with a certain hunger in her voice. Apparently, all the sparring sessions where I’d dominated her had made her harbor a grudge against me.

My cock throbbed again. My thoughts were racing. “Now she’s going to take her anger out on me,” I thought, “She’ll knock me out and make me cum in front of the whole gym.”

I could feel my cock leaking precum as more punches pounded my stomach, my thoughts controlling my reactions and my body, and I had to fight my own brain to shield my face with a weak guard, letting her do whatever she wanted with the rest of me.

I could hear Max yelling angry advice at Gia while telling me not to go easy on her at the same time. But I couldn’t fight back. My body didn't want to. My thoughts were betraying me.

And finally, the coup de grâce came. Not from Gia, but from my own fantasies.

“She doesn’t even have a rank—a total newbie with zero matches is about to knock you out,” I thought, and my dick was ready to explode.

After yet another punch that sinks into my sculpted abs, my guard dropped on its own, leaving me exposed, and Gia just had to wind up her fist—in the most predictable way possible—and let it fly toward my face.

Not a hard uppercut, nor a precise hook to the temple, but a simple, powerful jab straight to the face sent me to the ground. Spread-eagle. Mouth open in a humiliating O, eyes rolled up, hips twitching up and down, my hard cock forming a tent.

Total K.O.

Max didn’t start counting right away—he was in disbelief at what had happened—so Gia kept going. She lowered herself onto my body, with her knees on either side of my hips, and rested her ass on my dick, sliding my bulge between her butt cheeks.

She punched me in rhythm with every movement of her hips, her juicy butt milking my cock with a sexy twerking while her fist destroyed my face.

It didn’t take long.

The first punch, followed by the first shake of her ass, gave my body the excuse it needed to make me cum hard—a humiliating orgasm—while the entire gym watched in silence.

She kept going, doubling down on the humiliation, coaxing more cum inside my shorts with each twerk/punch, and that’s when Max stepped in, saving my face from further punishment, but my body still craved Gia’s touch, and my hips thrust upward in search of her buttocks.

“That’s enough! You didn’t accomplish anything,” Max said, pulling Gia away with an angry look on his face. “You went too far, and you didn’t listen to me!”

“So what's the big deal?! I destroyed him!” she yelled back, pointing at me and my cock, still twitching from the aftershocks of the orgasm. “He's a pro, and he didn't manage to land a single hit on me!”

“Fuuuck!” I thought, as my cock throbbed again. I hadn’t even touched her—she’d destroyed me without me being able to do a thing. And as I recovered, visions of Ellie and the defeat she’d handed me filled my mind.

And I realized something: it hadn’t been enough for me.

This loss to Gia had only been a temporary solution, a necessary release my body craved and took without asking me first. And worse of all: I wanted more.

I wanted another encounter with Ellie.